It’s 5 a.m. and it looks like a the perfect spring day to spend sometime out there with you. How often in the last five years have I come to you to seek your quiet counsel. You have taught me to cherish and to remember that these afflictions are fleeting in the grand scheme of things. Now I have some major decisions to make and I hope that you’ll look in on me where ever it is that I decide to go.
My dear sweet poet
I find you in the silence
In the steady guitar strumming
Feel you in the autumn breeze
Living for the coming October
It’s a bittersweet Christmas for us
No new memories to preview
Just yesterday on rewind
My dear sweet poet
I’m sorry that we couldn’t
Oh how we wished we’d known
But I’ve loved sharing you with others
Sharing stories of you has gotten easier
Laugh more than cry and sometimes both
And because I’ve learned how to miss you
That means in time I’ll learn to miss them too
This void was calling to me to feel it and continue on, I do that willingly. Out of left field I woke up to the feeling that you’d been here in some way. I hope to never stop writing about you. After all it was you who inspired me to share my craft with others. I regret not sharing my work with you while you were here. We’ll I better get going if I’m going to make there in time to watch the sunrise with you.
